I went searching for a picture to post on Mother’s Day, and ended up with too many.
It’s impossible, it seems, to capture in one frame what my mother is. I know her without second thought, but sometimes I feel like there is no end to every feeling or memory wrapped up in who she is.
All the unspoken patient moments and the sacrifices I’ll never understand.
The times she listened to my adolescent weeping.
When she’d send me outside to play.
The no’s along with the yes’s.
Her days sweating under a June sun in the garden.
Her face softening as she holds a newborn.
The little ways she laughs or asks about things in detail.
And how my Dad adores her.
She’s a skort and tank. A stern mouth and laugh lines. Fabric and hammer. Wisdom and eye roll.
She’s lemon flavoured with coconut whipped cream, and this year, I’m more thankful for her than ever.
In honour of the last few days in National Poetry Writing Month, I bring you a haiku.
water birthing suds
swirling path of useful chores
this. I am content
I know I usually decry ‘how to’ tutorials on this blog, but recently I’ve been slightly obsessed with multi-media/collage art. Surprisingly, Pinterest has failed me when it comes to breaking down the steps of this type of creative thing.
Maybe an inability to take pictures is part of the artistic process – who knows! It inspired me to document what I did a few weeks ago, however. Some multi-media of my own!
So here you go…this is my experimentation with collage for a friend’s house warming present.
I used a mix of watercolours (for the sunflowers) and various acrylics to cover the old print and portions of the face and flowers.
I also wasn’t completely happy with the words in the background, so I cut out a new piece of paper that fit around the flower petals, rewrote the phrases, painted the paper white and then mod-podged it in place.
The bright black quote was written directly over everything with a fine point Sharpie. I practiced the spacing on a separate piece of paper, but honestly, the surest way to write crooked, is to over think it!
This is a different post than I usually pull together, but I hope it inspires you to do something creative today and not be afraid to make mistakes!
It may take a lifetime to learn, but one tearful, after-supper conversation has helped cement this truth in my mind.
That God loves me as much at my worst, as He does when I’m serving open throttle.
That my worth does not depend on performance. That busy is no way to His favour. That His adopted child is a child forever.
Don’t fear that love, child.
Calvin says, faith is a firm and certain knowledge of God’s benevolence toward us.
Trust that His kindness is enough to carry us. Let it colour this day beautiful, for there is nothing sweeter than knowing
God is enough.
trip for a truck and time to spare
means buying clothes for the first time in 4 months
two hours from home means making things worth your while
the beach means flip flops
the flip flop store means someone’s aunt and her gumbo
gumbo and shrimp at a fish shack
means a nightcap down the road
full bellies and sleep eye means the call of a hotel
and hotels on the beach mean a morning of sun and waffles
and new clothes to change into the next morning.
The Lord loves us in the little things and this weekend, there was abundance.